Scars

Chapte 5 - Getting ready

Your POV:

I walked through the blue gates with my head down.

I heard girls laughing, boys shouting but I didn’t dare look up.

Instead I silently made my way to my locker whilst tightly clutching the strap of my leather bag staying out of everybody’s way. Just how it’s meant to be.

I turned the dial to my red locker and shoved my chemistry, maths and French books into the hard metal box. I gave a quick glance to the poster of Liam I had up, squashed right in the corner.

Sighing I shut the door and turned around to walk and sit outside English.

But my eyes connected with his.

Deep blue like the ocean.

“You have a poster of him up, how sad could you get?” he laughed.

I pursed my lips together and tried to get past him.

“Where you going fag” Louis hissed and pushed my shoulder into my locker.

I shut my eyes and tried to fight back.

Useless.

Instead he grabbed my beanie and put it on his own head.

He pulled my hair and dragged my face across the lockers.

My nose getting crushed, face getting scraped across the hard material.

But I had to deal with it. Just like I did every day. I deserved it for being so ugly.

He finally stopped at the end and I dropped to the floor.

All I heard was laughing.

“Here slut” he whispered and threw my beanie on my bloody face.

Dave, his best ‘mate’, high fived him and spat on me.

They’re group walked off and I was left in the corridor.

I was left bleeding, hurting, crying.

But I had to drag my torn soul into the bathroom, alone.

I locked myself in a cubical and let the tears drop as much as they wanted.

I pulled some tissue out and wiped my bleeding nose continuously till it finally bled every so often.

I walked out and glanced over at the mirror.

My eye was swollen and lip was cut from the side.